Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.